So
Adam Fitzgerald

1

this is the Bauhaus style.
I confess I am too adept
to lose or loosen much
for such nipperedness.

2

I loved them, those men of ice,
that strolled down the block,
hiccupping blue eyes in
parked stares and 'staches.

3

You brought me to the clearing
where he was struck -- just
as I've always preferred.
Tell me, what is my name?

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